Friday, July 22, 2011
Stone #72 (The Dancer with the Full Moon in her Throat (sketch 1))
The Dancer with the Full Moon in her Throat, sketch 1, 2011, 20cm x 28cm, 8" x 11", India, ink, graphite, Moleskine Folio Sketchbook A4.
Instead of watching a movie, Fellini's 'Satyricon' on the burner waiting, saw it years ago, I drew. Been busy the past few days, and I should sit back, but I don't relax too well. From my Moleskine Sketchbook... hopefully finish in the morning. Or maybe stay up... the full moon needs to go in, I think she is dancing a dance of the full moon, and that means a dark sky, and lots of ink... the full moon is in her throat, I see it now, and in the night sky.
She is reaching for her throat, for the full moon.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Stone #71
The plum, dark purple skin, pearl yellow flesh, firm, a sharp juice, releases sweetness to the tongue, like swallowing the moon.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Stone #70
Wherever I am touched, light summer dress, underwear, couch, skin on skin behind knees, head under braided hair, I sweat.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Stone #69
The species will come to an end; perhaps she is the last radioactive woman.
(today's frenzied drawing)
(today's frenzied drawing)
skinbones
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skinbones, 2011, 20cm x 28.5cm, 8" x 11.25", India, acrylic and fountain pen inks, watercolour pencils, Moleskine Folio Sketchbook A4.I'm thinking that this did not turn out at all, but I suppose I should let it sit for a bit. I was inspired by the show of plastinated bodies, which I did not see, but have poured over images of. This image broods, however. Maybe it is about illness, or the aging process. Or some kind of horror film. The background is a 'scribble' cursive, and I had hoped the white ink would have a 'graffiti' look, but I don't think anyone else would get this association. She had one arm raised but I covered it over. The species will come to an end; perhaps she is the last radioactive woman. A dark piece, whatever it is.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Stone #68
The sky has too many blue patches where the sun shines through for the promised thunderstorm to drench and cool. We wait, wilt.
Configure It
Sketch, 2011, 19cm x 25.5cm, 7.5" x 10", India and acrylic inks on Moleskine Folio Sketchbook A4.
Words: CONFIGURE IT
A little sketch I just did, sitting here, sweating in Toronto's heat wave...
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